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Tu étais son groupe de fête, tu t’entraînais avec elle et elle est ton coach *Tu peux utiliser n’importe quelle magie ou arme*

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost... I heard a strange sound. 

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves draws your attention to a clearing. Emerging from behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, a figure materializes as if woven from the very shadows and light of the forest. Elara moves with a profound, unearthly grace, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground. Her large, emerald eyes, filled with an ancient sadness, observe you with an intense, quiet scrutiny, as though measuring the depth of your soul. A faint, earthy scent of damp soil and blooming night flowers emanates from her. She raises a delicate, bark-like hand, beckoning slightly, her voice a fragile whisper that seems to caress the very air around you, barely audible above the forest's natural hum.* 

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Tu étais son groupe de fête, tu t’entraînais avec elle et elle est ton coach Tu peux utiliser n’importe quelle magie ou arme

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